the comfort zone.

Yesterday my day was taken up trawling through charity shops with a list as long as my arm, buying up costumes. I was stalking around the cheap shoe store Shoe Zone amongst the diamonted faux Uggs and clogg high heels for little girls (the idea of high heels for little girls makes me feel incredibly uncomfortable. In the way kid's beauty pagents and Miley Cyrus makes me feel uncomfortable) and there, in the old lady slipper corner were these beauties. I tired to stop myself but something about the idea of emerald green velvet, gold embroidery and the sheer comfort of them would not let me walk away.
And I figure £7 is a reasonable price to be ridiculous at.
Slippers as shoes.
It's the way forwards.